All Chapters of A Bully For A StepBrother. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(SLADE’S POV) The silence in the car was deafening. I told myself it was for the best. One word, and I might have turned the car around and finished what I’d started with those bastards. My heart raced. I forced myself to breathe. Makaira was alive. She was safe. That was what mattered. But every time I imagined what might have happened if I’d arrived a few minutes later, my grip tightened around the steering wheel. I glanced at her. She hadn’t moved since we left. Her head rested against the window, her eyes closed. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t keep looking at her. I’d already broken that promise more times than I could count. Even now, with her frightened silence filling the car, seeing her beside me brought a strange kind of comfort. And I hated that I needed it. When we got home, I rushed to her side, but she was already shutting the door of the car behind her. She didn’t even glance at me as we went inside, but she didn’t walk ahead either. She stayed beside me, ey

(KAIRA’S POV) The door clicked shut behind me. The room fell so silent that I was convinced Slade could hear my heart pounding. A second later, Slade clapped his hands, and the ceiling light flickered on. I turned around and Slade was behind me, so close that I took an involuntary step back. “Wait here. I’ll get the first aid box.” He tossed his phone on the bed and walked away, leaving me standing in the opulent room. I walked to the edge of the bed and sat. Even though I tried not to, I found myself looking around, which sent a torrent of emotions through me. I was instantly thrown back to five years ago. The room where it all started. Five years ago, I’d stood in this room and broken something precious to Slade Horton. My gaze drifted to the side table. The snow globe was gone, but a photograph of Slade and his mother remained. I looked away before the guilt could settle. PING! I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my attention to the phone on the bed. The screen was li

(SLADE'S POV) "HORTON OUT!! DOWNEY IN!!" My last three throws had been garbage. The first sailed over Jackie’s head, the second landed nowhere near the receiver, and the third would’ve been intercepted if we’d been playing a real game. Coach had seen enough. Axel Downey jogged past me, trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin. I wanted to punch it off his face. “Get on the line!” Coach shouted as I headed for the bench. Behind me, practice resumed. I dropped onto the back of the bench, pulled off my helmet, and exhaled. It's no surprise that Coach sent me out because I was playing terribly. And now those same thoughts consumed me here on the bench. The psychos who attacked her yesterday were nowhere to be found. My people had looked into it, but both men had disappeared. I hadn’t told Makaira. I didn’t want to scare her. Now, I wished I had. I don't know how long I had been sitting when an unexpected slap landed on my neck. "That was a lame-ass, pathetic game, Horton!" I gl

(SHELLY'S POV) I was cursing endless strings of profanities as I marched to the tinted Mercedes Benz. The gravel crunched loudly with each stomp that my six inch Louboutin made. I cried out in frustration and threw my hands in the air angrily, suppressing a scream. Then I bent over and tried to open the door. My fingers folded into a fist and I tapped heavily against the window. The door opened in two seconds and Penelope's brown eyes turned to me, looking bigger than they naturally were. I knew what she wanted to say, 'you bitch! This is my mum's car, don't hit the windows so damn hard!' "Move over!" I shrieked at her and she jumped away. I slipped in and slammed the door very hard before letting out a loud piercing scream while Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish played in the background. Then I sat back in the seat, breathing hard. I turned to Penny, she was dropping her hands down from her ears. "What happened?" She asked turning off the music with a tap. She turn

(KAIRA'S POV) Kathy looked very eager to play whatever video she was talking about. A big smirk smirk sat on her face as she looked at her phone in her hand. “I’m telling you, you have to see it.” Laughing she stepped forward with the phone to show Cameron. "Keep that way from me.” Cameron snapped. I looked up to see Cameron was suddenly hovering over her and she was clutching her phone now to her chest. "You should be ashamed of yourself." He waved his hand at her and she moved backwards with a surprised gasp. "How dare you speak rudely to me, I was trying to help you!" Kathy snapped. "It's social suicide spending a second of your time with her and—" "I really don't care about what you have to show me or tell me." He said looking bored already. "Get lost please." "No! You get lost ugly!" Kathy spat back at him in anger. A gasp echoed through the room. Cameron made an exaggerated grunt and then crossed his arms in a challenging pose. "Look, I know the only reaso